It’s time to flash us with fiction! In 150 - 250 words, create a story with this picture as your guide.
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R.B. O’Brien
12/1/2018 10:22:38 am
I sit, naked, and still see my former self, chasing me like a shadow, regardless of how hard I try to forget, to move on. The past is a funny thing that way. People say not to live in it, but it has different ideas.
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12/1/2018 12:20:28 pm
The old house had a long-held reputation for strange goings-on. Uncle Ben hadn’t cared about the rumours, living alone until his death a month ago. Now it was hers, inherited under the terms of his Will, provided she lived in the house herself.
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Mark A Morris
12/1/2018 01:13:10 pm
She liked to see herself disappear, watch the traces she'd left behind her fading away. She’d always thought of herself as being impermanent. A pebble on a beach; one of a million more which could be forgotten, her influence on the future negligible beyond being a footnote on a page in a book no-one would read. She saw that as being her freedom, the knowledge she could do anything and it not matter a whit to anyone else, whether they be living, dead or presently unborn to this world.
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